
Our generation is blessed with the independence that our forefathers fought for with their lives. What we now enjoy is the fruit of the blood and lives that were offered at the altar of our freedom and democracy. After centuries of slavery under abusive colonial masters, our brave countrymen fought long battles that won us back our lost freedom. Armed with inferior weapons, our heroes fought with courage against the artillery of our foreign oppressors. They could have opted the convenient road to self-preservation and lived longer under the rule of their foreign masters. But our forebears decided to fight a justified war that will win freedom for the future generations to enjoy. Ours was that future generation that now reaps the benefits of their hard won battles.
As we mark this 126th commemoration of that momentous victory for our freedom and independence, it is but apt to look back at the heroic act our heroes took. Their unselfish concern for our generation led to the attainment of our independence from our oppressors. We were able to establish our own government and fly our flag independently. Our colonizers placed us under an authoritarian regime that considered us no more than slaves under the Spanish crown. After the Spanish rule, we still have to be ruled by American and Japanese invaders before we obtained liberation by a victory in a war whose credit was grabbed by the Americans, obliterating as it did, the win of our Filipino soldiers.
We could take the sacrifice of our forefathers as their decisive move to free us from the burden of oppression and slavery. They risked their lives fighting a battle against well armed foreign invaders, so that we could enjoy a life of freedom and liberty. We got an inheritance that was the offshoot of their struggles and sacrifices to see our nation and people free. We got our independence in the battle seven years more than a century ago. We have turned undeserving of that supreme sacrifice but we got our share of the freedom and liberty we inherited no matter what. Taking a look at our present setup, we seem to have lost our worthiness to the cause our heroes fought for.
Our country may have been granted independence during that historical rites more than a century ago but we seem to have lost its essence over the years. After that raising of our country’s flag as a sign of our independence during that historic event on June 12, 1898, it looks like we have bungled the great benefits of that feat. Our political and economic landscape had been bastardized by foreign intervention. We have been held captive by our foreign creditors to the point that we no longer have the right to set the course of our destiny. We owe so much and we have to pay at all costs even if it means trampling upon our constitution and our sovereignty.
On another front, the independence that we have may have pushed us too far in the exercise and enjoyment of our freedom. We are a people that are prone to abusing the freedom and liberty that we have. Our democratic setup had been chaotic in many instances because of our tendency to play beyond the limits of our freedom. By and large, people with vested interests and hidden agenda are toying with our freedom to do the things as they will without regard to its consequences to our democratic institutions that ensures the protection of our freedom and . . . independence?
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When hunger strikes
Our stomachs often take center stage in the grand drama of human survival, performing feats of gastronomic gymnastics that would make even the most seasoned chef gasp. Picture this: you’re stranded in the wilderness, your last granola bar devoured days ago, and your stomach growls louder than thunder at midnight. As hunger sets in, the line between “edible” and “unspeakable” starts to blur, and suddenly, that crunchy beetle scuttling by looks like a gourmet delicacy.
It’s in these moments that we humans exhibit our true, wild selves. The term “adventurous eater” takes on a whole new meaning when the alternative is gnawing on your shoes. Hunger has a way of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. A plump, juicy caterpillar? Why, that’s just nature’s version of a protein bar! With a slight squint, those wriggly larvae begin to resemble artisanal pasta, a culinary creation that would make a Michelin-starred chef weep with envy.
Take a stroll through history, and you’ll find countless examples of our foraging forebears transforming desperation into delicacy. In the Philippines, this resourcefulness is nothing short of legendary. When the rice granary is bare and the fishing nets come up empty, the wilderness becomes a smorgasbord of survival. Bamboo shoots, once mere decorations in your backyard, now seem like succulent asparagus. In the clutch of hunger, the forest whispers secrets of sustenance that would otherwise go unnoticed.
But let’s not forget the pièce de résistance of this exotic menu: insects. Yes, those six-legged critters we usually swat away or squash underfoot. In times of dire need, these creepy crawlies morph into the heroes of our survival story. Deep-fried crickets? A crunchy delight! Sautéed grasshoppers? A protein-packed snack! It’s as if the insects themselves, long oppressed by the shoe-heel tyranny, are rising to claim their rightful place in the food chain – right above “empty stomach” and just below “gourmet meal.”
Plants, too, get their moment in the spotlight. Who knew that the unassuming fern could be a culinary superstar? When hunger strikes, the world becomes your garden, and every leaf, stem, and root holds potential. Suddenly, that bitter, prickly cactus seems like a juicy watermelon on a scorching day. Even the weeds that gardeners curse become manna from heaven, transforming a barren landscape into a buffet of possibilities.
Of course, this survival instinct isn’t just about eating; it’s about innovation. Desperate times call for desperate measures – and some truly inventive recipes. You might find yourself concocting a stew of snails and wild herbs, channeling your inner Bear Grylls with a dash of Gordon Ramsay. It’s a culinary adventure that makes for a great story – provided you survive to tell it.
There’s something universally human about this tendency to turn the inedible into the edible. It’s instinctive to our species’ ingenuity and sheer stubbornness. Faced with the choice between starvation and a plate of grilled tarantulas, we choose the tarantulas every time. Not because we want to, but because we have to. And in doing so, we find that maybe – just maybe – they’re not so bad after all.
The next time you find yourself bemoaning an empty fridge or a skipped meal, remember the resourcefulness of our Philippine friends. Take a moment to appreciate the art of survival dining, where necessity isn’t just the mother of invention – it’s also the chef. In the wild world of hunger, everything is on the menu, and the only limit is your imagination (and perhaps your gag reflex). Bon appétit!